Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1]
Night started with a buzz like chea
Used to spit with Doug Lightyear
Got some woody for your girl so these horses come in handy
That Bud Light you should hand me
Never lighters, I don’t light up
But my niggas keep the gram G
Fuck the fame I want the Grammy
Then maybe granny can jam to my shit like „This my grandson”
I’m about to make a grand scene
And to think it started with some bud and Heineken
You taste the blood on my hiney?
Cause I been working my ass off
I highly suggest you hop off my dick
Before you catch a high knee
Killing shit beats screaming hide me
So hide them
Killing shit
[Verse 2]
It’s a killing spree mother fucker
I’m not a sneaker head but I do sneak the head
Collecting numbers like a phone book
Then call em back to get my shows booked
Lines I spit got these MC’s so shook
I see red, Simon Red, that’s so Suge
This ain’t a part time it’s Pac time I’m part Nas I give you power
I’m just starting where the Lebron powder
I plow her, reconstruct the pussy
Damn right I drilled the shit, killing shit
End of the day I just hope you feel this shit
I hope you feel this shit
On the toilet writing this as real as it gets
Want to call me out go ahead be my guest
I don’t give a nut about opinions I guess
Ignorance is bliss, maybe I’m just blessed
Or old enough to know I’m too young to know
Everything. Damn I’ll end on that note
Just killing shit
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